Floors, doors, and rafters made a great variety of angles; every room had a particular inclination; the gable had tilted towards the garden, after the manner of a leaning tower, and one of the former proprietors had buttressed the building from that side with a great strut of wood, like the derrick of a crane.

Altogether, it had many marks of ruin; it was a house for the rats to desert; and nothing but its excellent brightness--the window-glass polished and shining, the paint well scoured, the brasses radiant, the very prop all wreathed about with climbing flowers--nothing but its air of a well-tended, smiling veteran, sitting, crutch and all, in the sunny corner of a garden, marked it as a house for comfortable people to inhabit.

In poor or idle management it would soon have hurried into the blackguard stages of decay.

As it was, the whole family loved it, and the Doctor was never better inspired than when he narrated its imaginary story and drew the character of its successive masters, from the Hebrew merchant who had re-edified its walls after the sack of the town, and past the mysterious engraver of the runes, down to the long-headed, dirty- handed boor from whom he had himself acquired it at a ruinous expense.

As for any alarm about its security, the idea had never presented itself.
What had stood four centuries might well endure a little longer.
Indeed, in this particular winter, after the finding and losing of the treasure, the Desprez' had an anxiety of a very different order, and one which lay nearer their hearts.